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this is
my new church
the desert plane
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where the spirit lives
I shall come and
preach to all
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the desert gold
bushes sitting quietly
preach the deepest
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silence on which
they already thrive
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mid day of August’s
mid month some echoes
of a church service
on a television where
there are very few visions
a small breeze rises
awakening me to
a tiny drip drop
a small precipitation
into myself until
an airplane breaks
the clouds in two
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I was taken
behind the altar
to the choir seats
even behind that
past locked doors
to private rooms
beautifully adorned walls
filled with secrets doors
compartments carved
floors long planned
huge desks to think at
pondering villagers’ lives
I could not stop filling
the spaces looking
around feeling everything
under my fingertips
the wood and marble
the walls encrusted
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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. The poems, about a spiritual journey, have the habit to pop up here, for a maximum count of seven, in July of each year. The older poems of the collection can be found and read using the search window.
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decades later I would
get the privilege to enter
a catholic church at night
overseeing the sea on
top of a hill beautifully
decorated dark inside
after hours I felt
honored to be able to
observe and absorb
what really that was all
about to walk by the votive
candles pick up the consumed
ones and replace them
my new unlit ones such
beautiful neatness
to read the album of
prayers just before
the altar and wish
each one to be met
faithfulness fulfilled
people to be elevated
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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. The poems, about a spiritual journey, have the habit to pop up here, for a maximum count of seven, in July of each year. The older poems of the collection can be found and read using the search window.
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after my first
kiss I entered a
world of enchantment
started to feel
ready for sisterhood
to fight for women’s right
this was the epitome
I really should not attend
rebellious I was marked
the worst were the looks
I gathered as dandelions
transmuting in spring
jagged as their leaves
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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started last year on July 2013.
The other poems of the collections can be found and read using the search window.
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sitting on warm steps
on a summer night
at a church entrance
I did not visit
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ahead is a gulf
lit with tiny lights
trees of different kinds
breathing in twilight
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inside is a river
restless and charged
I try stillness in vain
nature comforts me
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annamosca 